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Chapter 485 I’ll Be There with You

Spencer quickly confessed before he could even ask after learning this. “I told Angela about your previous self–harm incident.”

Jonathan said, “Did she ask about it?” in response to this open admission.

Jonathan had given Spencer specific instructions not to tell Angela certain things. And Spencer had said he would not bring it up until specifically asked.

Besides, Jonathan thought he had hidden it well, figuring no one would ever find out. However, Angela did finally find out. Jonathan noticed the regret in Angela’s eyes as she looked at him tenderly.

“Yes,” Spencer cautiously said, “Angela asked me. You were in the meeting when she made her secret approach to me.”

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Jonathan was listening intently to Spencer’s response while standing on the balcony, staring at the stairway of the villa.

“Angela only inquired about that particular topic, so I responded to her. After that, I became distracted and forgot to tell you. That’s all,” said Spencer.

After tending to Jonathan’s damaged legs, Angela played the dual role of his doctor and wife. In light of this relationship, Jonathan had nothing to conceal from Angela should she ask questions about him. Although Spencer had not purposefully kept the facts from Angela a

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secret, he had not told Jonathan afterward.Spencer was starting to feel a little uneasy, realizing that he had neglected to notify Jonathan.

Worried that people like Jonathan often found themselves in difficulty because they kept things to themselves, Spencer hurriedly said, “Maybe this has produced a divide between you two? You should know that Angela loves you so much.”

Spencer was truly afraid that Jonathan would not try to talk things through with Angela.

The conversation stopped there when Jonathan’s eyes spotted the individual coming down the stairs before Spencer could say anything

more.

“You may go home now. Everything is Fine,” Jonathan told Spencer. “I’m going to the outskirts of Windmill City, so you’ll take care of the company for the next two days.”

“What?” Before Spencer could complete his words, the call was hung

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Jonathan walked inside the room and turned to face Angela, who was coming toward him. She seemed calm, but her feelings were clearly disturbed.

“I’m ready, Jonathan. Let’s go upstairs.” Angela advised.

Jonathan, however, shook his head and rejected politely. “Getting acupuncture is tiring. Get some rest today as you have an exam

tomorrow.

When she heard this, Angela wrinkled her forehead.

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Jonathan said, “I’m heading to the outskirts of Windmill City tomorrow,” just as she was ready to press her case further.

Angela’s eyes lit up quickly, full of renewed enthusiasm.

“Why?” she asked.

Why had Jonathan suddenly changed his plans?

Despite her concerns, Angela was unable to confirm them. She felt apprehensive that things might get out of hand. She knew she could be more aggressive, but she was afraid of upsetting Jonathan and having to deal with the fallout, so she held back.

Jonathan grabbed her hand more tightly and said, “I’m to blame. I was wrong in keeping this from you.”

He bowed his head, his countenance dejected, even solemn. Angela tightly closed her palm around Jonathan’s, not sure how to respond, even though it was exactly what she expected. She had a feeling Jonathan knew what was going on. Recognizing the significant impact of Jonathan’s prior traumas and tribulations, Angela battled with their complexity and wanted to convince him that he was not at fault and had done nothing wrong. Her biggest worry was that Jonathan would be upset and suffer.

Angela’s mouth quivered with nervousness, but she could not find the right words to say. The words were stuck, unable to move, despite the chaos inside her.

Jonathan reassured her, “It’s okay.” His other hand lightly brushed her face as he noticed the worry in her countenance.

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After taking a few deep breaths, Angela was able to somewhat control her emotions.

“It’s okay, it’s okay…” Jonathan kept reassuring her.

Angela grabbed Jonathan’s big hand securely, her emotions racing as she turned to glance at his attractive face. She met Jonathan’s look and saw the love in them. She felt bad, even though she knew Jonathan would not hold her responsible for anything. Whether it was self–blame for the pain he had endured or mistrust about what she had concealed from Jonathan. She was afraid that Jonathan chose to take all those things to himself.

Angela so much wanted him to know that she would support him no matter what. However, there was a tinge of trepidation in her, fearing he would not even require her company.

At last, she found the bravery to say, “I–I’ll be there with you.”

Her stiff nerves eased at that, and her once–steady gait wavered as if she were about to trip and collapse.

“I know,” Jonathan gave her a kind hug.

“I went to ask Mr. Lorenzo because I was afraid something happened to you,” Angela replied softly as she leaned on Jonathan’s arm.

Jonathan comforted Angela, kissed her forehead, and cut her off from her self–blame. “I’m fine,” Jonathan said. “It was my fault before. I was wrong in keeping it from you.”

With a sad expression in her eyes, Angela gave him a firm hug. “It’s not your fault,” the woman affirmed.

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Jonathan only answered, “Yeah, I know,” without adding anything more. Then he went to pick her up. “Tomorrow we have an early. wake–up. We may rest once I take you to wash up.”

Angela gave a nod. “Okay.” Her eyes were really unpleasant, almost as if they were crying.

Jonathan looked down at Angela as he carried her upstairs. Her

expression was somewhat irritated. Her mouth constricted a little bit. Seeing the crystal tears in her eyes, Jonathan hurriedly picked up his pace and returned her to the chamber.

“Don’t cry,” he said.

Angela turned to face Jonathan and absently reached up to rub the corner of her eye, only to realize that there were tears in her eyes.

She responded, “I’m fine,” but her voice sounded raspy. She mustered a quick grin, worried that Jonathan would notice.

Meanwhile, James was being led out of the private room by someone.

James appeared to have taken quite a blow, yet there was a little, enigmatic smirk on the corner of his mouth.

Two security emerged from the private area and paid farewell to him. “Goodbye, Mr. Kins.”

James nodded and bowed a little, though he was feeling weak. “Bye.”

James walked slowly in the direction of the exit, resting against the club’s corridor wall as the two guys made their way back to the private area. His pocket–sized cell phone began to ring halfway there.